Hou Zi carried Da Bao, who had been hit in the head by XIao Bao's snowball, back into the house. Old Madam Xia couldn't bear to see her great-grandson cry, so she quickly stood up from the master chair. "Oh, my good great-grandson. Don't cry. Don't cry. Let me carry you."
Even though Old Madam Xia was old and energetic, she could still whip Commander Xia some time ago. She could definitely carry her grandchild.
However, Hou Zi didn't dare to let the old madam carry the child. He hurriedly said, "Grandma, you sit. I'll coax the child." A man in his 40s was at his prime. He was handsome and rich too. Carrying a baby in his arms, he looked very handsome.
Commander Xia also said, "Mom, you can carry the child while sitting down. You might twist your waist if you do it standing up."
"I can even hit you. How could I twist my waist carrying my great-grandson?" The old madam opened her mouth and criticized Commander Xia instantly.
